“So what have we got?” Kendrick asked as the last of Cowen’s former employees departed to pack.
Alice snorted. “In many ways, it's worse than I originally thought. They aren’t just ignorant about BDSM, many of them look down upon it. One of them told me that if any guy ever tried that ‘stuff’ with her, she’d break his nose.” She shook her head. “She wouldn’t even hear my comments about consensuality and how the way the Faire was set up was not BDSM.”
“Of the fifteen I talked to,” Neil said, “ten are willing to learn. They seemed relieved that the way things were was wrong and are open minded and want to know more. The other five?” He shook his head. “They each offered me a blow job to keep them on. As if I couldn’t get a better one in any kink event around the world.”
Craig barked a laugh. “What did you say?”
“I told them that once they’d been trained up enough, then to come back and offer.” He shot Alice a grin. “I told the one who was a girl that she needed to practice sucking pussy first.”
“Don’t tell me. She was grossed out,” Alice said in amusement.
“More than grossed out. She stood up and went straight to her cabin. I don’t know if anyone else even spoke to her.”
“Well, I’m not surprised,” Kendrick said with a sigh. “Except for Becca, I’ve not been impressed. Well, there’s the doc too.”
“Dallas Myles seems like a conscientious Dom,” Joseph agreed. “He showed me the rec letters he had from three clubs he’s been a member of as well as his medical degree from Harvard. He was pleased that our plans are more in line with what he expected from the place. When I told him we’re set on bringing more medical help on, he was relieved. I think they’ve been running him ragged. I also mentioned the co-op and he said to get him more information once we had it in place. That it sounded right up his alley as long as we’re gay friendly.”
“No need to worry about that,” Kendrick said. “We’re definitely LGBT friendly.” His brother was gay and Kendrick would oust anyone who was homophobic. “So I’m going to read off the names. Each one of you can give me a yes or no and we’ll see where we end up.”
In the end, they kept very few.
“We’re basically starting from scratch,” Neil commented. “But that’s not a bad thing. I’m going online to start getting interest from fellow lifestylers who want to live in a beautiful island all summer and work at a kink faire. What’s in the ‘next’ box?”
“Chandler will be here on Monday,” Kendrick said, “and he’s cautiously excited. Can’t blame him. He didn’t bash Cowen, but from what I gathered, they were equal partners in the deal but Chandler insisted on making it right while Cowen wanted to cut corners. He finally pushed Chandler too far and he left and sued to have his name removed from the overall venture. The guy’s got some great ideas and when he gets here, we’ll feel him out. Since the cabins were his design as was some of the current faire, I hope he works out. He knows the land and what it will take to finish it the way we want.”
“I’ll call Sandra and Jake and get them officially on board,” Alice said. “Start getting the shops set up.”
“Talk to Jilly about ours,” Craig said. “I’m going to work with Slate and a couple other bites I’ve had since I put some feelers online last night. The first matter of business for me is to check out the professional kitchen and make sure it meets safety guidelines and works. The next is to see what kind of eateries we can put in this year that won’t require setting up kitchens.”
“I’ll start talking to some of the circuit trainers,” Neil said. “See if we can’t get them to come do demos daily for the exchange of a cabin to stay in for their time here.”
“Good.” Kendrick nodded as he made some notes. “If we can get the stages booked with top-rated kinksters, that’s a major hurdle right there. Rhys gets in tomorrow. I’ll put him to work getting the legal papers together for the co-op.”
They solidified their plans and then split up, each one with a portion of duties to fulfill. And Kendrick knew they would do a good job. They were like him in that respect—if you’re going to do something, do it well. Besides, all of them wanted the end result.
He was so busy with calls that it was after two before he had a chance to remember he wanted to check on Becca. She’d looked like hell that morning but her willingness and desire to stay on had just increased his interest in her. She was cute, sexy, and smelled divine. All night long, when he wasn’t working on the venture, she had invaded his mind in wonderful ways. Suspended, wrapped in deep red hemp rope, all three of her holes open for his use. Over his spanking bench, her ass a bright fiery red—and with her olive skin tone, that would be a beautiful sight. The one that made him wonderfully uncomfortable in his jeans was imagining her kneeling at his feet, those luscious lips wrapped around his dick.
After slipping a phone into his pocket, he left his cabin and went in search of hers. For as far away as the island was from large cities like Vancouver, BC or Seattle, it had exceptional cell and internet service. He assumed Chandler had a hand in that. All their shop and eatery owners could use their cell phones or laptops and a payment service to take charge cards. At least Kendrick and his friends didn’t have to carry the cost of that.
The walk to Becca’s cabin didn’t take long and it allowed him to see a little more of the island. Once things were well in hand, he looked forward to hiking the entire thing. The pod of cabins she was in sat near the water and he noted that, just like with his pod, the service sub was no longer in evidence. That was fine. They didn’t plan on offering cleaning services. For free housing, their shopkeepers could clean after themselves. And they had no intention of housing guests—just those that worked at the Faire. Any visitors could stay on the peninsula and take the boat over.
When he got close, he spotted Becca standing over by a tree, looking out at the water. “Hello,” he said in a quiet voice so as not to scare her.
She turned her head and her eyes widened. That beautiful skin tone took on a delightful pink hue. Her ass would look amazing freshly spanked. “Oh. I didn’t hear you coming.”
“I wanted to check in on you and see how you’re faring.”
Becca laughed softly. “You and Dr. Myles. Can’t keep a Dom from a hurt sub I guess.”
Amused, he nodded. “Pretty much. Is your back any better?”
“Sort of. It still aches but that’s actually better than what will start in a couple days.”
“The itch?” he guessed, thinking of the common side effect of having welts on one’s skin, and she nodded. A sub with real world experience. Nice. “Feel up to a walk?” It looked like she was bored and as long as she wasn’t in pain, a walk would give her something to concentrate on.
“That sounds good. Let me change my shoes, though. These sandals are comfortable, but not really hike worthy.”
They walked north through the trees and the further they went, the ground became covered with moss. A low fog drifted along their feet and it felt like they were on their own little island in the middle of nowhere.
“Oh look,” she said in delight. “A stream.” She walked toward it and he followed. It was a small stream and she sat down cautiously next to it on a boulder and pulled off her shoes and socks. When she put her feet in, she squeaked and pulled them out. Then she laughed. “It’s ice cold.”
He laughed too, delighted at her simple enjoyment, and sat down a few feet away on the moss. While she watched the stream and kept dipping her toes in and out, he leaned against a tree trunk and watched her. “How long have you been in the life?” he asked.
She glanced over and grinned before looking back at the water. “I went to my first club when I was nineteen at the end of my freshman year. But I’ve been dreaming about this stuff since I can remember.”
That made him smile. “Yeah. Most of us have. I used to dream of tying women up and spanking them and when I found out people actually did it, I was relieved.”
“Think you were a pervert did you?” she teased.
“Oh, I’m definitely a pervert,” he said with a wink making her laugh again. “But yeah. I thought I was different. Turns out my elder brother is as different as I am. He’s a Dom too.”
“Two of you in the same family? What do your parents think?” She pushed both of her feet into the current of the stream and left them there.
“They died when I was eighteen.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She glanced at him and bit her lip. A sweet sub who did not want to offend. Everything he learned about her just made him want her more.
“No need. It was thirteen years ago. We miss them, but life moves on.” He and Rhys both missed their parents, but they couldn’t control everything. “And they lived full lives so I doubt there was any regret when they died, except maybe leaving us behind.”
She paddled her feet back and forth for a moment. “My folks live in Idaho. They’re good people, but they’re farmers and conservative as sin. My dad found condoms in my bathroom one day when they visited me at college. He didn’t say anything, but he threw them away as if that would stop me from sinning.”
“They’d go crazy if they knew what you were really into,” he mused.
“Apeshit,” she agreed making him chuckle.
“So what are you into, Becca?” he said, putting emphasis on her name. “Is Becca short for Rebecca?” He hoped it was. The thought of calling her Rebecca in a scene made his already semi-stiff cock harden further.
“It is. Rebecca Leanne Hesse. It’s a mouthful. As far as my kinks?” She sent him a sideways glance and grinned wickedly. “There are a lot of things I like. I’m not into pet play, water sports, scat, knife play, or extreme humiliation. And I’m completely straight so I won’t have sex with other girls. But other than that, the field is pretty wide open.”
Lovely.
She cocked her eyebrows. “What are you thinking? You have a contemplative expression on your face.”
He smiled and leaned back further, getting comfortable. “If I told you I was imagining you tied between those two trees over there, all four limbs stretched out, completely naked while I fucked your pussy and ass until you couldn’t speak and then cut the ropes and let you fall to your knees to suck my cock dry, how would that strike you?”
Her breathing picked up as he spoke and when he finished, she licked her lips in what looked like an automatic action. She wasn’t trying to appear sexy, though she definitely was. “That sounds fun,” she said in a husky voice.
He grinned. “Oh, it would be.” There was a point he needed to make. “Becca, you’re under no requirement ever to scene with me. And I mean that. I may own the company that purchased this place, but I will never require a sub submit to me. It goes against my rules and it would be no fun at all. I’m only interested in a mutually enjoyable scene with you. If that works for you.”
“Just one?” she asked shyly.
“For starters.” If it was as good as he hoped, he would want more.
She grinned, looking pleased. “I’m interested.”
“Good. Meet me for dinner at eight tonight at my cabin. I’ll have a contract drawn up. But you’ll need to heal fast. Because I won’t play rough with you until you are.”
By the expression on her face, he’d just given her major incentive.